I sighed in frustration. So much for the book. It didn't really get me anywhere, did it? No. Irritated, I ruffled my hair with my hand. Then I caught that blue striped cover. Dumb book. It hadn't gotten me anywhere. No. What it had gotten me was short of 5 dollars and quietly wilting flowers. Yay.
Giving up, I grabbed for the book. The hardback cover glinted for a brief moment in the sunlight, blinding me. Blinking away dots, I glared at the book. It's all your fault. Realizing for a second, how stupid I probably looked, I laughed. Suddenly I felt a whole lot better. I hummed a little as I thumbed to the second chapter. It was pretty thick and I hesitated to look through it. Nah. You know what? I just have to look at the title. Buy Her Chocolates. Finally, I grinned. Kimiko wasn't lactose-intolerant, and I knew that for sure. I smirked, thinking of Valentine's Day. She'd eaten candy and gotten 3 cavities that year. Yeah, Kimiko was definitely not allergic to chocolate. Once again, I headed down to the town. This time, I landed smoothly, causing a few girls to whisper. I grinned. Nobody can resist the Raimundo charm. I strutted to the nearby café and headed in. The baker looked up.
"How may I help you?" he inquired politely. He was a French baker with a slight goatee on his chin and a chef's hat at a trembling angle upon his head.
"A dozen chocolates." I ordered casually, like I bought chocolates everyday. The French guy grinned.
"It is for a girl, no?" I guess he was used to guys walking in and buying chocolates. Now that I think of it, the florists had smiled, too. Oh, great. I better not come to the village with Kimiko. At least not until we're together. I want it to be a surprise. In five minutes, the chef returned, humming a tune under his breath. And I'm being nice when I call it a tune, because it definitely was not in the same category. Smiling to show my appreciation (for the chocolate and not the song), I walked out the store. I flew back to the temple faster than I ever could have before. I was afraid the chocolate would melt. When I ran back to the tree, I stopped.
"Crap." I said aloud. I had forgotten the gift-wrap! I was in such a hurry, I wasn't thinking straight. I left the chocolate under the tree and flew.
Omi was practicing his latest martial arts moves when he caught sight of Raimundo flying off. Now panting, though he tried not to show it, he decided to sit under a tree. Unfortunately for Raimundo, the nearest tree was the same one he put the chocolates under! Luckily, Omi hadn't noticed the box. At least not yet. But when the sun shone on the lid, it suddenly sparkled, which caught Omi's interest.
"What is this?" He uncovered the box and gazed, awed, at the individually wrapped candies. Grinning with greed, he began to unwrap the foil…